Full Measure [Mastering Holly Oaks] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rayna Stone

  Jay’s eyes were bright, and tears slid down his face. “I promise all those things, Master. I will never hold myself apart from my Master or my wife. I will love you both with all that I am. I will protect pet with my life. Her needs will be my own, as are yours, Master.”

  Kat was openly sobbing now. He could see her body shaking with the effort to maintain her position. “Kitten, as your Master, I will always take care of you. I am honored to be given your submission. I will cherish you and protect you. Love you and provide for you. I pledge my devotion and my soul to you. I’m yours, kitten, as equally as I am slave’s. We are united. I will nourish our bond for the rest of my life.”

  * * * *

  With that, Jay slipped a ring on Kat’s finger while Mac removed her leather collar and replaced it with one glittering with jewels. Her tears prevented her from seeing either very well, but she didn’t need to see. Their weight and the click of the lock at the back of her collar caused tranquility to settle in her soul. This was more than she dreamed possible in her life. She was going to embrace it fully.

  After settling in to their breakfast, Kat finally really looked at her ring. Jesus. It must be three fucking carats. A brilliant princess cut solitaire was perched in a simple platinum band. It was lovely and elegant. It was also the biggest rock she’d ever seen. “Jesus, guys. I love this ring, but you didn’t have to spend a friggin’ fortune on me.” Yeah, she would be looking at that sucker a lot.

  “I will spend whatever I want on you, love. Money is something we have. It isn’t much good if I never spend it. I thought the ring would look perfect on you. I was right,” Mac said fondly.

  “Do you want a mirror to see your collar?” Jay was so excited she couldn’t help but feel it, too. Yeah, she totally wanted to see her collar. Jay went in search of a mirror and was back so fast she realized he must have had one waiting.

  When she looked at her neck, she was afraid she’d start crying again. She had never shed a single tear in happiness before meeting these men, and now it seemed like she was always sniffling. It was getting ridiculous. But her collar was stunning. A delicate gold band encircled her neck with rectangular emeralds dripping from it in intervals. In the center was a beautiful diamond, to match her engagement ring, set in thin gold filigree. It looked like an antique, and it was simply gorgeous. “Oh, my. I’m almost afraid to wear this every day,” she breathed.

  “You will, pet. Whenever you leave the house, this is the collar you wear, understand? You may wear your leather one in the house if you like, but your neck will always be collared.”

  “Yes, Master. Thank you so much.”

  They were enjoying a wonderful meal. Kat hoped that her questions wouldn’t break the happy mood, but she definitely had a few. “So, I marry Mac, right? And you’re okay with that, Jay?” God, she wanted to marry them both even if it wasn’t possible.

  “Of course, baby. The marriage is really just a formal way to protect you and bind you to us through the eyes of the law. If something ever happened to Mac and me, we want to make sure that you don’t have to worry about legal entanglements. You’ll be the beneficiary to my estate as well, but a marriage simplifies things as far as insurance and wills are concerned. You’re already my wife in my eyes. I’ll be giving you a band at the ceremony as well, but I don’t need my name on any paper to know that our marriage is valid.” Oh. He was so matter-of-fact about it that she felt reassured he didn’t feel left out.

  “Okay, this may be a bit early, but what about kids? I know it probably isn’t a good idea considering our situation, but I was wondering if you guys had thought about it at all.” She was really nervous about their answer. After her and Kelly talked about it, she realized that she still really wanted kids. She was worried she might regret it someday if she never had any.

  Mac put his glass down and picked up both her hands. His voice was gruff as he spoke to her. “Baby, nothing would make us happier than to have a family with you. We will never make that decision for you, but I think you would be a wonderful mother. Jay and I would love to have babies.”

  Kat fell into his arms and held him close. She could have everything. They were giving her the chance to realize her dreams in every way. She reached out for Jay and brought him in to complete the circle. She had no words for them. None could express her level of happiness anyway.

  Mac finally pulled away and wiped her tears again, damn it. “Okay, pet, Kelly is going to pick you up in a few minutes. You’re getting the works at the spa today. I want you pampered for tonight. Before we go to the club, you’re going to show me how much you love me. I’m going to push you hard, kitten. I won’t often do so. I know that you require a softer hand than Jay, but tonight I will mark you. It won’t be permanent, but it will last a few days. I want you to remember this day. Every time you feel your stripe, you’ll feel the hand that laid it. You’ll give me everything I ask tonight, pet. Do you want to feel my mark? Can you take the pain for me?” He was giving her a chance outside the scene to negotiate. She didn’t need intense pain, and he never marked her before, but she wanted this. It would be a mark from her Master to remind her of their union. She would take the pain for him. “Yes, Master.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Waxing was still not an enjoyable experience, but she supposed that it was manageable. The rest definitely made up for it. They could scrub and massage her all damn day. And they way her hair shined when they were done, she’d never looked so good. Pampering aside, though, Kat was having a hard time not bringing up Kelly’s decorating talents.

  When Kelly picked her up, they both acted as if it was any other day. Kel told her that her collar looked stunning on her, and that the ring was excessive but beautiful. That was a pretty serious compliment from Kelly. No mention of flowers or silk. Kat was going to have to bite her tongue off to keep from saying anything. By the time they got to the pedicure station, Kat couldn’t take one more second. “I really loved everything you did for us this morning, Kelly. I know you don’t want people to know that you actually have a super girly streak buried somewhere under your evil façade, and I mean super girly, but I think it’s really great. You could plan weddings, you know, not that I would suggest you do that instead of making baby gags, but I think you’d be really good at it. And since I want you to be my maid of honor, I think it would be awesome if you helped plan my wedding, and I would totally keep it a big fat secret.” She took a huge gulp of air. Her entire diatribe came out as one long and frantic run-on sentence. She was bracing herself and waiting for Kelly to whip out a candle.

  Instead, Kelly looked like she might cry. Oh, fuck. She had never seen Kelly emotional over anything. This was uncharted territory. Kat was frozen like a deer caught in headlights. Wax would likely be a blessing compared to what Kelly might do to her if she made her cry.

  “Stop looking at me like I’m going to slice you with a single tail. I am a woman, you know. Though I fully intend to remember that you outed me…in my own fucking spa. I’ve never been asked to even be in anyone’s wedding before, okay? My own sister didn’t ask me. This may be hard to believe, but women don’t usually get me. I’m having a little moment here, and when I’m done, we are never going to speak of it again, got it?” Well, shit. She could understand why women didn’t get her, she was kind of terrifying at times, but her own sister didn’t ask her to be in her wedding?

  “Okay, I’ll do it. But you will listen to my advice, and you will not talk about wedding preparations at the club. The last thing I need is for any of my subs to think I might be getting the marriage itch.” Kelly looked to Kat like she was struggling for the next words. “And, thanks. I mean, thanks for telling me you liked the lanai today, but thanks for everything else, too. I know I’m difficult sometimes, but I want you to know I love you. I’m really happy for you guys. I’d love to be a part of your wedding.” Just for a moment, the mask of indifference fell from Kelly’s face. Kat had never seen her look so vulnerable. She never thought that Kelly r
eally needed her before. She had been so wrong.

  “You’re welcome, Kel. I love you, too, you know. You’ll have fun, I promise. I’ll even let you pick your own dress. Are you still going to pour wax on my girly parts?” Kat wanted to see her smile again. There would be time in their lives for her to dig deeper at Kelly’s heart, but that was enough for today. Kelly just laughed and winked at her. Great, that was so not an answer.

  * * * *

  When Kat got home from the spa, Jay greeted her at the door. He didn’t say a word, just grabbed her hand and walked her to the stairs. It was like the moment was too significant for speech. When they got to the playroom, he walked her inside and stood her in front of what she always thought of as an exam table. It was covered in thick padding and leather, but there were definitely stirrups attached. She had a really hard time imagining what Mac would need stirrups for before she came along, but figured she’d find out some day.

  Jay began reverently disrobing her. He caressed each inch of her skin as it was revealed. When she tried to reach out for him, he gave her a slight shake of his head. She was to be still and let him take care of her. She dropped her hand and relaxed into the moment.

  When she was completely naked, he leaned her back onto the table and raised her arms above her head. He took his time to ensure the bindings weren’t too tight, and then cuffed her wrists to the head of the table. He stroked his way down her body to her ribcage and placed a kiss between her breasts. Kat closed her eyes to let her body just feel his presence and touch. She felt the strap close over her, just below her breasts.

  When Jay got to her navel, his tongue dipped into her. He licked a circle around her bellybutton before he lifted his head to strap her pelvis down. Her breath hitched when she felt his tongue sweep over her sensitive mound. He continued to lick her in long, leisurely strokes as he pulled out the stirrups and placed each of her legs in them. She whined at the loss of his heat when he began to trail butterfly kisses along her inner thigh until he reached a thigh strap. By the time he reversed the path and moved to her other thigh, she was breathing deeply and clenching her fists.

  Jay stepped away from the table, and Kat opened her eyes to watch him strip and kneel beside her. She had to calm her racing heart. She knew tonight would be intense, and she wanted to be able to control herself for as long as possible. She wanted to show her Master her restraint.

  Mac came into the room in his black leathers and nothing else. God, the man was sex personified. The look of satisfaction on his face at the sight before him warmed her heart. As he walked over to her and Jay, that look became determination. He had two subs to care for, and he thrived off their submission as much as they thrived off of his dominance.

  Looking to Jay, Mac spoke quietly. “You know what is expected of you tonight, slave. Kitten will receive my mark, and you will give her pleasure in our thanks. Are you ready to watch our pet fly, slave?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Mac grabbed a tiny flogger from the side table. If she weren’t a little nervous about where he would use it, she might think it was cute. The fact that he had never used any of his tools on the front of her body before made her tense a bit. “Relax, kitten. I’m in control now. It is not your job to worry about anything, just feel.” Before she knew it, Jay stood up and quickly blindfolded her. Well. She couldn’t move or see. Astonishingly, it took her to a place in her mind where she could relax just as her Master commanded. He was right. There was no point in worrying, he would take her where he wanted.

  The first touch of lips to her breast was so gentle she barely felt it. She had no idea who was kissing her, but it didn’t matter. She wanted to lift into the kiss, but there was nowhere to go. Those lips covered every part of her breasts, gentle and loving. She was grateful when kissing turned to openmouthed sucks. Her sigh of pleasure when she felt a second mouth on her other breast was barely audible. She loved when they both suckled her breasts. It was incredible to feel two mouths on her nipples, to feel the differences in strength and technique. Surprisingly, Jay tended to be the more aggressive one. She loved it when he started to bite down and tug her breast from her body before he sucked the tip inside his mouth.

  They both abandoned her breasts at the same time. That restraint she was striving for slipped a bit, when she let a “please” slip from her lips. Her pussy was clenching on air. She needed to be filled. Then she felt the flogger gently fall on her breast. “Ahh!” Fire chased the leather, and the heat ran straight down her body. The next lash caught her straining nipple and the pleasure pain was so intense she felt tears wetting the blindfold.

  Mac continued alternating light falls with a stinging lash across her chest. Her breasts were getting so sensitive and hot that she was panting for air and begging for help. She needed someone to touch her clit. It was pulsing with her heart, and tingling so much she thought she might go crazy.

  “Who do you belong to?” Mac asked forcefully.

  “You, Master!”

  “Whose body is this, kitten?” As he asked the question, the flogging stopped, and she felt Jay suck in her nipple hard, his tongue pressing the tip to the roof of his mouth.

  “Oh, God! Yours, Master!” She’d lost the ability to think clearly. She felt the haze of subspace and pure pleasure melting into her. Jay switched to her other breast.

  “That’s right, kitten. You hold that orgasm, pet. Don’t you dare release until I tell you.” His voice sounded like gravel.

  Then she felt the flogger come down right on her mound. “Fuck!” She was screaming and trying to breathe through her need to climax. The sting from the leather sent her right to the edge. After the third slap, she knew she’d lose her battle if he continued. There was no way she could handle any more. She wasn’t even in her head enough to try any longer.

  “My mark, kitten.” Her Master’s voice was controlled and deep. Jay left her breast, and she felt a slice of fire to the inside of her thigh. She screamed as it turned to a thudding ache. It took the edge off her orgasm, and she felt her mind clear a little when someone thrust into her pussy. “Ohh...”

  Jay ripped the blindfold from her eyes and started pounding into her. He was gripping the tops of her thighs to anchor her to him. Mac slicked up his cock and stepped to Jay’s side. She watched with a lust-filled gaze as he started to smack Jay’s ass with his bare hand in time to Jay’s thrusts. Jay’s face was pinched tight with concentration. A guttural moan escaped his lips when Mac switched sides.

  After a few minutes, Kat was strung tight again, her whole abdomen contracting in preparation for release. She was clasping Jay’s cock so hard he looked to her in panic. Neither of them would make it much longer. Mac stepped behind Jay, and she could almost feel him penetrate Jay’s ass. The force of his fucking drove Jay so deep he was bumping her cervix. Mac was controlling their rhythm now, and he set a furious pace.

  “Show me how much you love me, now!”

  With his consent, Jay pressed his thumb to her clit and shouted out his release. Kat felt the waves of her own orgasm crash through her. It was pounding in her head and tearing through her body. She was shaking uncontrollably. Mac pumped three more times and slammed into Jay, grunting with the effort of his own climax. They both fell onto Kat. It didn’t matter, she couldn’t breathe anyway.

  “Jesus H. Christ,” Jay whispered. “I don’t know about dinner tonight, Master. I might need IV fluids instead. Mac chuckled and peeled away from their slick bodies. “No, slave. You need food. In the shower, now.” Kat was actually glad they there wouldn’t be shower sex. They’d need all their strength just to hold her up.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Kat was still in the bathroom putting on the finishing touches to her makeup when Jay came in with a beautiful, deep-red silk sarong. “Let me wrap you, baby. You’re going to look incredible in this.” He was smiling at her with such tenderness. She simply lifted her arms and let him drape the silk around her waist.

  “Please tell me I’m wearing mor
e than this to the club. I know Mac wants me to get comfortable so I can scene in public sometimes, but I don’t know how I feel about my friggin’ tits bobbing around while we’re eating.”

  Snorting out a laugh, Jay looked at her with mischief in his eyes. “You’ll be wearing more, honey. Just not much.”

  “Great.”

  Jay finished securing the sarong and went to retrieve a pair of earrings. As he started to suckle her breast, she realized that those weren’t earrings. Once her nipple was hard, he placed a gold ring with tiny emeralds on it around the tip of her areola. As Jay squeezed to secure it, she realized that the nipple ring would likely keep her erect all night without hurting her or cutting off her circulation. When she looked down, she saw the jewels cascaded under her nipple in a waterfall of beauty. It was actually a stunning sight. “Oh.” She gasped in surprise.

  “Gorgeous, isn’t it? We really need to get these pierced.” He began on her other nipple as she smiled at him. He was such a breast man.

  When he finished with the jewelry, he picked up a length of shimmery white gauze fabric. He slid it around the back of her neck and crossed it in front. He pulled the sides over her breasts and around her back, where he tied it off. She stared at herself in the mirror. She looked like the prized consort in a harem. She could see her nipples and the jewelry through the sheer fabric. Coupled with the amount of glowing skin and the silk of her sarong, she felt exotic and sensual.